status report

it has been quiet since your last call.
no faxes.
no visitors.
nothing of note in the mail.

still at my desk i sit, still.
the sun slips free of its bank of low clouds,
dropping slowly to its january horizon.

the branches of the grey trees are yellow.
i will go home now.

(Copyright 2023 by Tetman Callis.)

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